I know. When I was at that party, an acquaintance asked me in a concerned fashion how I was doing. I assumed that they'd heard about my health issues and I gave them a censored yet angry/glum update on that. Then she said, "Umm, I'm sorry about that, that sounds really rough, but actually I read your memoir and it was brilliant but if it isn't too nosy, I was wondering how you're doing with your childhood after all these years..."

"Oh, my childhood trauma!" I said. "Oh, that's fine. I did a lot of therapy and it really doesn't bother me much any more."

And it was true! I mean, I still have issues with my parents and I'm sure the astonishing resemblance of my current situation to my childhood one doesn't help. (In total dependence for my literal life on assholes who don't give a shit, no power to change that dynamic, and so many people are behaving so outrageously badly that when I tell people about it, they think I'M lying/delusional/the problem.)

But, you know. It's not like I haven't noticed that.